…And He is 8…
We fell in love with a picture of a three year old boy.
We flew half way across the world.
We adopted that little boy.
We flew home….waiting to return.
And we waited.
And waited.
And waited.
While we waited, we fought.
We fought hard for 15 months.
Against all odds of ever seeing our baby.
But.
God prevails.
We flew BACK across the world.
And I once again held my son.
We took him to his forever home.
And we were reunited with our children.
To his mother, I humbly thank you and pray for you, daily!
From this mama’s heart to his birthmother’s heart….we love you and are SO proud that God brought you into our lives.
Happy Birthday to our precious son.
